Category: Planetary Status Reports

LAST FOOD
for the brood
the machine was crude
put me in a 'tude
as the fat burned off
a little cough
from the viral goo
and a smile from the screen
not mean
ever seen
when the twirled taters
and onion craters
crack your spleen

NOT GOOD
when the heart cracks
and the back leaks
as eyes glow in the night
no fright
just now
a yellow blight
a cow
a wolf
a bat
or a rat
all on sale
in the bale
blue and green
all in the TACO pouch
covered in RED
"Hope it's dead"
sad the grouch

SOME DUDE
too rude for service
sells slurry
kind of furry
near the ferry
his name was Jerry
"Get more slop"
and the cop
with fists of fury
pounded the poor beast
and in silence
a line so long
no song
just spilled grease

TELL JUDE
to put the fam
on the tram
go to the central store
a whore
named Jelly
in her belly
carries the protein core
a modest proposal
a deal of Molech stench
a bum on the bench
dies quick
sick?
hit him with a wrench
load the body
it's not naughty
a necessary pick
so slick
the last day for "Rick"

THE LAST MEAL
by the bay
with Jay and Sal
your tent pals
a sun sets
as the sky turns black
and food
on the roll
in the bowl
red and brown
with a frown
gobble it down

LAST FOOD
LAST FOOD

"FIVE MINUTES"
said the clown
at the gate
no hate
you just wait
for the last food
it's not too late